Two Realms: I use martial arts to ask for longevity

Chapter 9: Clear hierarchy, children’s words are unbridled
At noon, Lin's servants led the way to the kitchen for dinner.

From a long distance away, the smell of meat could be heard, making people's mouths open.

Zhou Ping'an was still thinking that the Lin Mansion had indeed kept its promise and provided enough food.

After a while, when I took the wooden sign and received the food, I was a little dumbfounded.

A bowl of wheat rice, a small bowl of broth, with a few green vegetable leaves floating on top.

There were three fist-sized white-noodle steamed buns beside it.

Logically speaking, the rice is indeed enough. Although the white flour steamed buns are just for taste, there is a big pot of wheat rice, and the pigs will not lose fat even if they are fed.

But what about the dishes? Where's the food? Where's the food?
Zhou Ping'an was confused and turned to look at the nursing staff not far away. They didn't even have steamed buns.

But he was smiling happily, holding the wheat rice and started eating it, which was delicious.

Taking a sip of the broth, long moans would come out from his mouth from time to time, as if he was extremely satisfied.

Is it that delicious?
Zhou Ping'an dug out a spoonful of wheat rice and put it in his mouth, but he couldn't chew it properly...

When I swallowed it, the rough texture stuck to my throat and I almost choked.

This stuff smells fragrant, and most of it is wheat husks.

It's okay to fill your stomach, but don't mention the taste.

How often has Zhou Pingan eaten something like this since he was a child?
Looking at his large bowl of wheat rice, he felt a little sad for a moment.

"Brother Zhou, what kind of delicacies did your family eat before?"

A hand came over quietly and took away the two white buns on Zhou Ping'an's plate. For fear that he would snatch them back, he stuffed them into his mouth and ate them all.

But it was Tang Lin'er who came over.

Zhou Ping'an felt better. Happiness depends on comparison.

This guy is a third-class nurse and doesn't have steamed buns, but he still enjoys wheat rice.

"I have a cold and a sore throat. I'll give this to you."

When he gave the other party wheat rice, he was thinking that people are like iron and rice is like steel. It's not that the house doesn't have enough to eat, but that it doesn't have enough food.

If you want to eat more meat to replenish your energy and blood and practice martial arts successfully, it seems that you should go out to hunt for wild food.

No wonder everyone's eyes lit up when they first heard about the nursing home treatment provided by the Lin Mansion.

If you choose, you will be given five taels of silver, which is enough to eat a lot of meat.

"That's right. You are a first-class nursing home, and your salary is relatively high. You can also go out for extra meals. Look over there..."

Tang Lin'er pursed her lips.

Zhou Pingan saw that inside the lobby, there were two tables with sumptuous meals. Not only did they have large bowls of meat, but there was also a jug of wine in front of each person.

"They are offerings. They are all accomplished martial arts masters. I don't know how much money they have. They usually receive excellent food, clothing, housing and transportation.

Wang Yaozu and Fang Tielin, who were previously recruited, may also be hired as worshipers after passing the test, which is very different from us. "

There seemed to be inexplicable flames burning in Tang Lin'er's eyes. She lowered her head and quickly swallowed a few mouthfuls of wheat rice to cover up her gaffe.

Wang Yaozu's strength, Zhou Ping'an has seen, is the stick-wielding martial artist carrying a little girl on his back. His short stick moves make the air explode with extraordinary power.

Although it is still a first-class nursing home for the time being, it is just a formality. Everyone knows this.

Fang Tielin, on the other hand, is a martial arts master who has honed his physique and has very powerful palm skills.

Zhou Ping'an had already passed the selection before he arrived at the recruitment site.

Don’t know where these two people are arranged?
Tang Lin'er didn't say anything, and Zhou Ping'an didn't ask either.

……

After dinner, Zhou Pingan lost interest in wandering around for a while.

He just stayed on his own one-third of an acre of land, looked around and saw no one around, took out the red lotus picture and studied it for a while.

After looking at it for a long time, I didn't see why, so I put it away again and put it in my arms.

I opened the stance, practiced the three-body pose for a while, and performed a set of Liuhe knife skills. I felt my whole body was warm and felt better. I opened the door and walked into the medicine garden.

At this time, the sun was high in the sky, making people feel warm and comfortable without feeling cold at all.

There are large green seedlings in the garden, with little drops of water hanging on them.

A staggering old man with a white beard was struggling to carry water for watering.

This is where Zhou Ping'an takes daily care as a first-class nursing home.

The white-bearded old man worked for a while, then panted for a while and coughed from time to time. Zhou Pingan couldn't bear it, so he went up and asked, "Old man, do you want help?"

"What's the deal?"

The old man looked at Zhou Pingan with vigilant eyes.

"Help you carry water."

"Water what?"

Therefore, Zhou Ping'an knew that the old man did not want to disturb him himself.

He smiled and left the medicine garden, thinking it would be better to go out for a walk.

I really didn’t have enough to eat at noon. Now I have dozens of taels of silver, so I need to eat something good.

……

When Zhou Ping'an went out from the side door, he saw a little guy wearing a tiger head hat tiptoeing not far behind him and also left the Lin Mansion. The strange thing is that the two servants guarding the door seemed to be blind at the same time and did not ask any questions.

Zhou Ping'an secretly took a look and found that the little guy was about seven or eight years old. He had a pink and jade-like appearance, dark eyes, and looked around very smartly.

It's a little girl.

Although he was wearing a shabby gray coat, his skin was tender and white, and he was obviously not a child from a poor family.

How courageous...

Zhou Ping'an thought to himself.

This is not a place with sound laws like the modern world. After leaving home, the people are complicated.

The market is full of filth and evil, and everyone is there.

A little girl goes out for a walk so confidently and boldly, isn't she afraid of being caught?

I just changed this thought.

Zhou Ping'an discovered that not far away, there was a figure wearing a bamboo hat and a green shirt, hiding behind the door and following him, hanging far behind.

[That's no problem. ]
Zhou Pingan shook his head and laughed.

The flow of people gradually became bustling. Feeling the atmosphere of the market that was different from modern society, Zhou Pingan walked slower and slower.

The security here is obviously much better than that at East Gate Square.

Detectives dressed in black can also be seen patrolling the streets.

There are many people surrounding various shops and stalls.

There seemed to be a lot fewer homeless people with barely any clothes on.

The little girl in the tiger head hat stopped and stood in front of a candy seller's stall, unable to move.

She swallowed quietly and touched her clothes. She didn't seem to find any money and remained silent.

Just watching the old man draw dragons, tigers and villains with syrup...

'After all, he is a child. Even if he has no shortage of food on weekdays, he can't walk when he sees sweets. '

'However, the little guy also knows that buying things requires money, and you can't ask for money if you don't have money. It seems that he often comes out to play. '

Zhou Ping'an wanted to laugh a little when he saw the little girl struggling to hold back her greed with a tangled look on her face.

"Want to eat? I'll treat you to it."

"Sister said you can't eat food from strangers."

The tiger-headed hat raised his head and glanced, and said crisply.

"I'm not a stranger, look at my clothes."

Zhou Ping'an pointed at himself.

The costumes of the Lin Family Nursing Home are in a unified style and are easy to recognize.

"That's right, I know you, the one who kicks the big mouth and nose."

"what……"

Zhou Ping'an was surprised. He didn't see the little girl at the selection site. Could it be that she was in the tent behind her?

"It's a great kick," the little girl added.

She heard her mother say that sometimes you have to know how to praise others to make them happy.

"good taste."

Zhou Pingan gave a thumbs up.

What a good, polite kid.

"You have very little strength, even less than Sister Xue."

"Well, let's not talk about this..."

Zhou Ping'an was a little embarrassed. He felt that the little guy's mouth was not that sweet.

"Here, give you a sweet mouth."

I bought two candy figures, a little tiger and a red phoenix.

It costs three cents each, so expensive.

Zhou Pingan handed the red phoenix to the little guy and watched her stretch out her pink tongue and lick it while squinting her eyes and smiling. It was so cute.

My sister Zhou Lan also liked eating sweets when she was a child.

When eating sweets, she won't cry even if I hit her.

Therefore, Zhou Ping'an knew the mood of the little guy opposite him very well.

"Thank you, pretty brother."

After eating the candy, the little girl's mouth immediately became sweet.

Unfortunately, I still can't speak well.

I know I'm handsome, but how can a man use "beautiful" to describe me.

Forget it, Tong Yanwuji, don't argue with her.

(End of this chapter)